[He's glad that Misaki shares his sentiment. This place has already left a bad taste in his mouth from the rude introduction. Though, he's already griped about it enough. The caravan ride certainly had an earful of his complaining and the sharp click of his tongue.

At the redhead's frown, Fushimi crosses his arms over his chest, a silent show of being defensive.]

I don't need your lecture. Obviously, it wasn't intentional.

[So he admits he did have some part in cheating. Still, Misaki does bring up a good point. His technomancy hasn't come up very often. He's been more focused on his main discipline of magic which he's having difficulty in mastering. Even with how smart he is, his prison is his own mind. Ironically, his magic deals with moving things with his mind, so it's a bit frustrating and not as easy as it seems.]

No, it's worse and even more useless. Moving things with my mind. What's yours?